Enchanter

No.40 The secret of the second chapter can kill people

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dong dong dong...

Suddenly, a dull voice suddenly sounded, and the three of them were shocked at the same time.

Facing the unexpected situation, Tang Yan couldn't help covering her mouth with her hand, her eyes widened in horror.Shen Feifei boldly shouted: "Who is it?"

Yin Hui's reaction was much faster than theirs. With one turn, the two weaker girls were blocked behind him. He quickly touched the inside of the wall with his left hand, flicked the switch, and the whole workshop suddenly lit up.

Taking a closer look, the spotless dressing table is covered with various utensils, and there are some footprints on the ground, and there are some obvious water stains on the edges of the footprints.Seeing this scene, Yin Hui couldn't help but his heart skipped a beat. Before he left, he had already cleaned up all the sundries, but now, why did he come to the dressing table again?

"Who is it?" He bravely shouted.

"Look!" Tang Yan suddenly raised her hand and screamed, Yin Hui's eyes followed the direction of her finger.

I saw a skinny old man sitting in a corner of the dressing table with his back to them.

"Who are you?" Yin Hui yelled loudly, but his voice obviously lacked confidence. He thought it was the lingering Director Ma again.

"Boy, is this the guts?" At this time, the old man turned around, Yin Hui glanced at it, and let out a long sigh of relief: "I said, master, why didn't you turn on the light when you came in, I was scared Let's jump."

Old Zhaotou ignored Yin Hui's complaint, but murmured: "Why did you go there just now?"

Yin Hui smiled: "Actually, it's nothing, it's just that such a big incident happened in the funeral home today, and the chefs are not working, so we can only go outside to eat something."

Old Zhao promised lightly, then turned around and continued to pack the items on the table, which were all his personal belongings.When he got an old teapot, he looked at it blankly for a while, as if he was looking at an old friend, his eyes full of nostalgia.

Yin Hui faintly felt the strangeness of the old Zhao head, and asked tentatively: "Master, are you leaving?"

Old Zhao turned his head to look at Yin Hui, the old wrinkles suddenly piled up together, under the dim light, there was a dark atmosphere.Yin Hui was stunned. After a long while, Old Zhao showed a strange and incomprehensible smile, and said in a hoarse voice: "Hehe, I... will not leave here, even if I die!"

Yin Hui couldn't help trembling, "death" was so frightening to say from the mouth of an embalmer.

Old Zhao then lit a cigarette, Zhonghua, he has never smoked such a good cigarette, today is an exception, it is as unpredictable as his current behavior.

After the old head Zhao finished packing up the items and wrapped them all in the package, he stopped unexpectedly and looked at Yin Hui quietly.

At this moment, Yin Hui was chatting with two other people.After a busy day, he finally had time to take a break, and he naturally showed a signature smile.

Old Zhao called Yin Hui's name in a low voice, "Come with me, I have something to tell you."

The smile on Yin Hui's face froze. He could see that Old Zhao was hiding something very important in his heart, so he hurriedly got up, greeted Tang Yan, and followed him to the corner behind the funeral parlor.

The corner of the wall is a bit remote, and few people come here at ordinary times. A tall tree blocks the corner of the wall.

The mottled sunlight hits the ground from the gaps in the leaves, like the corpse spots on the body of the dead, round and irregularly arranged together.

Old Zhao slowly took out the cigarettes in his jacket pocket, handed Yin Hui one, and after lighting each other, fell silent, as if he was mourning for the funeral home behind him.

After several minutes of silence, old Zhao suddenly said, "Yin Hui, treat Tang Yan better in the future, she is a good girl, don't miss it!"

Yin Hui was stunned, he didn't expect that the old Zhao would talk to him about this topic, so he stared at the old Zhao in doubt, but the old Zhao repeated what he just said, and then stopped talking.

Yin Hui nodded, which was regarded as a response to Old Zhao, and then changed the subject: "Master, I want to hear about the case, which is the most important thing at present."

Old Zhao blinked his eyes twice: "I heard that you are very familiar with the female police officer who takes the lead?"

Yin Hui shook his head: "I guess we know each other. We once met in the police station because of a misunderstanding."

Old Zhao was silent again, smoking the last two puffs of the cigarette that was about to burn to the butt.

Yin Hui became a little anxious, threw the cigarette butt between his fingers on the ground, stomped it hard twice, and said hurriedly: "Master, I want to know the truth!"

Old Zhao turned his face away, seeing no one around, he looked at Yin Hui with confidence: "Boy, if you still regard me as your master, please don't meddle in this matter, if you can leave, Get out of here as much as possible, this matter is far from as simple as you imagined!"

It must be very elusive in the eyes of ordinary people to be said to be not that simple by Lao Zhaotou, the master of Maoshan.

The funeral parlor is estimated to be closed for renovation in two days, so leave as soon as you can!

This place is not for you.And Tang Yan, with her.

Old Zhao Tou finished smoking the cigarette, then threw the butt of the cigarette on the ground, and stomped it hard twice with his foot.

"Master, what's going on?" Yin Hui was worried.

"Secrets can kill!"

After finishing speaking, Old Zhao didn't pay any attention to Yin Hui, but went straight back to the dressing room, carried all the packed luggage on his shoulders, pushed open the door of the dressing room and walked in big strides.

The footsteps in the corridor gradually faded away, and finally disappeared without a trace.